He could simply go home, wash the cheese particles out of his hair… err, head, discard his clothes, and jump in the truck and just start driving.

No one wants to shake your hand when you’ve got goo all over it. No one.

A short little ditty about the rain. And a ferret.

A little ditty from the depths of our hearts. Collective, which is the reason for the plural hearts. We weren’t born with two (or more) hearts, you know.